New York City, baby.

Tuesday, March 16, 2004

Stores Are Strange, When You’re A Stranger

Our friends over at wonder what this city would be without its many wacky stores and conclude not the one we love oh so dearly.

We lay down this little wreath on the monument of affection for our little Gotham: last weekend, as we walked down Orchard Street, the Blubox Intern told us she had a craving for a pickle and we found ourselves uttering these words: "I believe there's a great pickle shop somewhere around here. Actually, I think there's two of them."


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